Opie’s eyes searched frantically as he drove down the street. He pointed toward Tig, seeing him standing by his bike, standing in front of an abandoned store. Opie felt fear grip his heart, where was (Y/N), she couldn’t have gotten that far.
Opie felt relief when he saw (Y/F/N) coming out of the doorway behind Tig. As he got closer, he watched as Tig turned, saying something to her, and then he shoved her backward. (Y/N) stumbled backwards, almost falling, she caught herself on the door frame.
Opie felt his anger soar, as he stopped his bike. He jumped off, shoving Tig against the wall, his massive arm going across Tig’s throat holding him still.
“What the fuck Tig?”
Catching the door frame, I regain my balance, and take a deep breathe. I have a flash back, to five years ago, when my step-dad put his hands on me. I focus and see Opie running towards me, I can see the anger rising off of him.
I take a step back, thinking he’s mad at me, and that he’s going to hit me. I flinch when he shoves Tig against the wall, throwing his tree trunk of an arm across his throat.
I see Jax walking towards me, a soft smile on his face. “You okay darl'n?” His hand is on my arm.
“I’m fine.” I said softly. “Opie let him go, he didn’t hurt me. He was trying to protect me.”
I watched Opie release Tig, and spin around to face me. “You sure you okay?” His eyes were full of concern.
“I’m fine. He wanted me to hide…..to make sure I was safe…..I didn’t listen….I got what I deserved.”
I realized I had revealed too much, I started to walk away from the three men. I needed to get away, and clear my head.
“(Y/N), wait!” I heard Opie call my name, ignoring him, I keep on walking. I heard his booted feet running towards me. I ran faster, turning down unfamiliar streets, having no clue to where I was going.
I was grabbed by two arms, I let out a scream, and started to fight.
“Stop! You’re safe!”
My eyes grew wide, I was staring at a badge. I looked up at a young deputy’s face. I stopped fighting, and became still.
“I’m Deputy David Hale, who are you running from?”
I stormed down the street, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt. It had been a mistake to come to Charming, I had no one, I was alone. I needed to stop, breathe, think, get my emotions in control, before I could do anything.
I should have known this would have not gone my way. Nothing had gone my way in the last ten years. Not since I was ripped from my bed and taken from my whole world. The pain and the memories were too much, my body started to shake with sobs.
The sound of a lone motorcycle cut through the darkness. My “dad” had sent someone after me. I needed to get away, before they caught me. I straightened up and started to walk away. I needed to get out of sight. .
I couldn’t move fast enough, the bike was getting closer. My chest was getting tight, I leaned against a brick wall, leading down an alleyway; hoping to hide in the darkness.
The bike passed by, I sighed in relief. sliding down the wall.
“Get on the bike!”
XXX
Tig stared down at (Y/N), she was jumped up from her spot in the alleyway when she heard his command.
“NO!” She walked away, not looking back, he let out a curse as he got off his bike.
.“Damn it (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Trager! STOP. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU!”
She whirled around glaring at him, poking him in the chest with her finger.
“You want to talk now? After calling me a gash all day? Threatening me?”
“I’m sorry….you surprised me. I thought you were dead…..” His voice was full of emotion.
Xxx
Jax paced the clubhouse he ran his hands through his hair.
“We should have gone with him. She might kill him.” Jax lit a cigarette, blowing out the smoke.
Opie let out a chuckle taking a drink of Patron, glancing at his life long friend.
“She came here looking for Tig, she won’t kill him. (Y/N) might beat the shit out of him, for being a bastard towards her, but she won’t kill him.”
“How long before we go looking for them?” Jax asked.
“ Ten more minutes if they don’t come back on their own.”
XXX
“You thought I was dead, so you called me a gash, and treated me like shit?” I stared at him. “I had proof of who I am, and you….”
He started coming closer to me, I held up my hand and backed away.
“(Y/N), please….ten years ago you and your mom…”
“I know what my mother did, but don’t you dare hold that against me, I was seven! I had no choice, I came back as soon as I could. I buried her three days ago….”
“She’s dead? Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He came towards me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I felt myself let go.
“I’m so sorry daddy, I had nothing to do with ratting. I refused to stay…mom married her handler. He tried to get me to stay….he was never my dad…..I never…..”
He pushed me back, his eyes looked into my eyes, his hands cupping my face.
The sound of two motorcycles coming our way, he pushed me towards the doorway of a shop.
“Stay there until I see if this is friend or foe!”
(Y/N) paced the main room, she knew she had to leave the first chance she got. She knew that everyone she loved was in danger because of her, and the decisions her mother made ten years ago.
“I can see the storm brewing in your eyes! Tig stood in front of her. "Whatever your planning stop!” His blue eyes piercing my soul.
(Y/N) felt the tears filling up in her eyes, as she stared at her dad. She felt arms wrap around her waist.
“What’s going on?” Opie’s voice was next to her ear. She tensed up. (Y/N) felt the walls closing in around her.
“(Y/N), is planning on bolting!” My body was whirled around, and I was staring into Opie’s dark eyes.
“What is he talking about?” Opie’s voice was gruff, full of emotion.
“I trust that you, Jax, dad, and the club would and can keep me safe.” I closed my eyes. “You just don’t know what he can do…”
Opie’s hands cupped my face. “(Y/N), I don’t care what hell he can put me through; you are not leaving me.”
I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around him.
“I care…” I whispered into his chest.
XXX
Burt was parked down the street from Teller-Morrow Automotive. He had to just wait it out. He knew all he had to do is wait it out and (Y/N) would come to him.
He smiled to himself, all he had to do is threaten those she cared about, and she would do exactly as he wanted. He leaned back in his seat.
He opened the folder, thumbing through the pictures. He had information on all the people that are important to her. (Y/N) would come running back to him.
XXX
Opie pulled (Y/N) to his chest, kissing the top of her head.
“Promise me (Y/N), that you won’t leave.” He held her tight.
She took a deep breath, wanting to promise him, she wanted to stay with him, and her dad. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t make this promise, she knew all to well what Burt is capable of.
“Opie……” She pulled back to look at him, tears in her eyes.
Clay’s voice boomed through the clubhouse that the ATF and FBI were here. She knew it was her fault. The doors were kicked in, and all hell broke loose.
Bert McGuire sat in his hotel room with pictures and Intel of all the SONS. He was going to need to be well informed if he was going to get his Sophia back. Picking up the information on Harry “Opie” Winston, he is going to tear this man’s world apart.
He had raised Sophia since she was seven, she had made his life a living hell. She had too many secrets about him. Ones he couldn’t afford for her to tell.“
XXX
"Opie, you don’t know how powerful McGuire can be…..” I let out a sign. “It would be better with all of you, if I just left.” I didn’t hear my dad and Jax approaching.
“Just like that you’re leaving?” My dad’s angry voice made me turn around. “You fought to get here, to convince me who you are, and now you’re just giving up?”
“Dad…he will bring you down and the whole club!” My body started shaking with fear
“You’re not leaving, I let that bastard take you ten years ago. I didn’t get a chance to fight for you. This time I’m fighting for you (Y/N)!” Tig’s eyes filled with tears.
“Dad…” I let out a slow breath. “If things get too much for you, the club..I’m going to disappear.”
I felt Opie’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close. His lips coming close to my ear.
“I already told you, I’m keeping you safe from him.”
XXX
Tig’s anger is surging out of control, he saw the fear (Y/N);s eyes. It angered him more, that she thought she was just going to up and leave again. He wasn’t going to allow that, he needed time with her.
He feels terrible at the way he reacted when she arrived here, now that she’s here, he’s going to protect here.
Tig knows he has to be in control, he can’t go off have cocked, and loose control. It has to be planned. His actions can’t bring attention to the club.
XXX
Opie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), pulling her close to him. Kissing the top of her head, he knew his heart was lost to her. Pulling back he looked down at (Y/N).
“We’re going to stay at the clubhouse a few days.” He watched her nod her head. He wanted to kiss her again, but knew he didn’t have a reason to.
He was expecting her to reach up, and the soft kiss she placed on his lips. “Thank you Opie.” She walked away, entering the clubhouse.
A smile appearing on his face, he didn’t see Jax approaching him.
“Be careful brother…..” Jax said as he walked past Opie.
Opie let out a long sigh, knowing it was too late, he was far too gone to be careful now.
I wrapped my arms around Opie’s waist as I climbed on the back of his bike. I shivered as he started his bike, and he revered the engine. His huge hands covered mine, as he pulled me closer.
“Hold on!” We pulled away from the Sheriff’s department. I laid my head on his back. The city of Charming flew by as we rode through town. I felt safe on the back of his bike. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my dad and Jax riding behind us.
I had no idea where he was taking me, at at this moment I didn’t care as long as it was far way from Bert McGuire.
XXX
Opie grinned as he rode through the streets of town, he was taking (Y/N) to her back to the clubhouse, to keep her safe. Jax and Tig are going back to her hotel and pick up her stuff.
They needed to figure out what that asshole McGuire wanted to, how they were going to handle it all. He knew the club would back them. (Y/N) is family, she didn’t rat, her mom did.
He couldn’t get the kiss off his mind, he enjoyed kissing her. He knew if he wanted to take it any further he would have to talk to Tig first. He knew he would lay down his life for her.
XXX
Tig is a bundle of nerves, he wasn’t happy about Opie kissing his baby, and he really isn’t happy about this asshole McGuire wanting to take his baby away again.
He would have to take care of him, he knew his brothers would help, no questions asked. It would be a little more difficult situation ti handle, since McGuire is a Fed.
Tig lost (Y/N) once because of his bitch of an old lady and McGuire, he’d be damned if he lost her again.
XXX
Jax knew he would have to be the clam one out of his two brothers. He could see that Opie had already lost his heart to (Y/N), the minute he set eyes on her. He would go after McGuire guns blazing if he saw that (Y/N) was in danger.
Jax would have to lock Tig up, he wouldn’t use his brains if he thought (Y/N) was in danger. Tig would set the world on fire to protect the people that he loves. Now that he knows, that (Y/N), is really his daughter, that’s it.
Jax will have to be in control of his emotions, as well as Opie’s and Tig’s.
XXX
I looked up at Opie, as he helped me off his bike. I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew what the truth was.
“I should probably just give up, and go with McGuire. He’s relentless.”
“I’m not letting you go! You knew Tig won’t let you go!”
“I ran away two years ago, trying to get here. McGuire hunted me down and dragged me back home. He locked me in a closet for months…..”
I watched the anger in Opie’s eyes, as he came closer to me. I flinched and stepped back, bumping into his bike. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to let him near you, I promise you that.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “I will protect you!”
A/N Note written very well, done quickly in the middle of the week.
Panic filled me, when I heard Burt’s voice, seeing him coming towards me sent me into fight mode. He promised I was free, that I could come find my dad. I jerked my arm free from Deputy Hale, and jumped from the jeep, I attempted to push passed Opie.
I felt Opie’s arm wrap around my waist, pulling me to his chest. He kissed the top of my head, before pushing me behind him.
“I’ve got you!” I grabbed onto the back of his kutte. My body was shaking. I saw my dad and Jax getting off their bikes, storming towards us.
“Who is that (Y/N)?” Tig asked standing beside me.
“My step father Agent Burt McGuire. ”
XXX
Tig felt his anger surge at (Y/N)’s answer. This is the man that took his little girl from him, and kept her away. Agent Burt McGuire is trying to take her back, before Tig can get to know her again.
He lunged towards McGuire, intending to make him a strange smell in Chigger Woods. He felt Jax’s hand on his shoulder, Tig took a moment to calm down.
“You’ve made a mistake, this is my daughter (Y/N) Trager. This is her old man Opie. They were just clearing up a misunderstanding between her and the Deputy. ”
XXX
Opie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), pulling her close to him. He ran his hands down her body, and then kissed her gently. “Are you whole babe, Captain America didn’t rough you up, did he?”
“No…I’m fine I should have watched my mouth. I know better to mouth off.” She looked at Hale. “I’m sorry David…..I’ll slow down and not speed.”
David glared at her, pulling out his summons book, and writing her a ticked. “Slow down (Y/N), and watch your attitude. Next time I’ll lock you up!”
Opie pulled her towards his bike, kissing along her neck. “Baby, I’m sorry I was a jackass, let’s go home and make up!” He grinned down at her.
“Take me home baby!” She smiled up at Opie.
Opie pulled her towards his bike. Hoping to make a getaway. Tig was following close behind them.
Opie turned and looked at Burt, and glared at him.
“Stay away from my old lady!”
XXX
Hale got out of his jeep, and started inside. Burt grabbed his arm.
“Aren’t you going to do something? They took my step-daughter!”
“Agent McGuire, that is not your step daughter. Her identification shows she is (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) Trager.”
Agent Burt McGuire refused to let the biker gang to keep what he worked so hard for. He would take down the club and get his Sophia.
Opie started cursing when he saw (Y/N) with David Hale. He knew this wouldn’t end well, especially if Hale knew she was associated with the club.
He hung back, watching the two together; jealous rising up within him. Seeing Deputy Hale’s arms around her, was making him furious. He wanted to go rip her away from him; he pushed his feeling aside.
“What the hell is Deputy Dog doing with (Y/N)?” Tig asked.
“Being a damn super hero!” Opie snarled.
Both men watched (Y/N) rode off in Hale’s jeep.
XXX
I panicked, and told David my name is Sophia. I hated myself for the slip up, I’m not sure how I’m going to get out of it. Glancing over at David, I remember him from school. He was always nice to me.
“Where are you from Sophia?”
“I’m from Charming, but I was taken away by my mom when I was seven.”
“What brought you back?”
“I wanted to find my dad and remember who I am.”
David looked at me, I could see the confusion on his face. He pulled into the Charming police station.
“What are you talking about? You said your name is Sophia McGuire.”
“I’ve been Sophie Mcguire for ten years. Seven years before that I was (Y/N) Trager.”
XXX
Opie, Jax, and Tig pulled into the parking lot of the Charming police department. Seeing Hale’s jeep, Opie walked towards it swiftly.
“(Y/N), you okay? Come on I’ll take you home.” Opie placed his hand on her arm, gently pulling her out of the jeep.
“Ms. McGuire, you do not have to go with this outlaw!” David’s hand was placed gently on her shoulder
Opie let out a growl and pulled on (Y/N)’s arm.
XXX
David glared at Opie as he tried to pull (Y/N) out of his jeep. There was no way in hell he was going to let this out law take this young women out of his sight.
Not until he checked out her story. “Ms. McGuire you do not have to go with this outlaw.” A growl came from Winston as he pulled harder on Sophie. “Let me get you a room at the Charming Inn.”
XXX
Agent Burt McGuire walked out of the Charming Police station watching to tug-of-war happening between his step-daughter. He smiled to himself as he walked towards the jeep.
This prompt from This List: Person A and Person B go out to a bar not realizing that it’s karaoke night and all the other patrons are drunk, singing terribly, and keep pressuring Person A and Person B to sing a song together.
Warnings:language, alcohol
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: I know this was on the “Disaster Date” list but honestly I feel like this is the exact opposite of a disaster I had far too much fun writing this one. Also, the more I work on these, the more I realize I just thoroughly enjoy writing little moments with these guys in happy, healthy relationships. The build-up to the date is just as enjoyable for me to write as the date itself haha. Hope y’all enjoy!
Summary: A party at the club might finally reveal your secret.
Warnings: Smut, Swearing 18+
You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Flipping it open you saw a message from your dad. “Bobby’s out baby, we’re celebrating!” You practically slithered over to the bar where your manager was stood. She didn’t even turn to face you, “What do you want Y/N?” “Well yanno as I’ve picked up all those extra shifts since Becky left and I’m your favorite staff member ever….” “A party or a date?” She turned with a smirk. You flashed her a cheesy grin, “Bobby’s out.” “Fine.” She sighed. “If it’s dead later I’ll close up and show my face.” “You’re the best!” You practically skipped out the bar. “I’ll tell my dad you’ll see him later.”
Sons of Anarchy preference: how they react to having a naive and optimistic S/O
Jax
He has got that smirk on his face whenever you’re at the clubhouse, making the Sons happy with your constantly upbeat attitude. He has some darkness in his conflicted soul but seeing how soft you are makes him think you can keep the darkness at bay.
Opie
This big ball of anxiety is always so worried about you out on your own but has no idea how to properly express that so you’ll catch him brooding an awful lot. Just keep smothering him in love if you wanna see that smile grace his pretty face.
Tig
Poor Tiggy is so conflicted by his love for you. On the one hand, you are so innocent and must be protected at all costs. On the other, you are so innocent and he wants to corrupt you so badly. Only Tig can cause any corruption of your innocence though; if any other Son tries to crush that hopeful optimism, he will lose it.
Chibs
The Scot is torn between being in love with your innocent optimism and frustrated by your naïveté. He has seen so many terrible things and just wants you to be aware of the bad in the world just enough to protect yourself.
Happy
The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one? The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one. He is just drawn to your happiness and how you so eagerly share it and will destroy anyone who tries to change it.
Juice
This poor angel gets caught in his own head a lot and your innocent demeanor always pulls him out of it. He loves absolutely everything about you and feeds off your energy and will do everything in his power to preserve that innocent light that shines from you.
: Y/N Morrow is over the moon to be moving back to Charming after spending years away from her family, but they know that something isn’t right. What went so wrong that she had to pack up and move all the way back to California, and what will happen when the past she was running from follows her home?
You pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive, the deafening roar of your Harley Davidson’s engine announcing your arrival to everyone. You hadn’t told anybody that you were coming and you knew it would be a surprise, especially for your Uncle Clay, and to say that you were excited to see their reactions was the understatement of the year. A line of black bikes were lined up outside the shop, glistening in the scorching, mid-afternoon sun, a telltale sign that most of the Sons were either in church or working in the garage. An unfamiliar blonde guy in a Prospect kutte climbed out of the Teller-Morrow pick-up when he saw you pull in, an inquisitive look on his face. You parked your bike at the very end of the row and took off your helmet, shaking out your Y/H/C curls and getting a carton of cigarettes out of the pocket of your worn leather jacket. The Prospect watched this little show with an open-mouth, and you couldn’t help but toy with him a bit by offering him a cigarette.
“Smoke?” “Uh, n-no thank you,” He stammered. “I’m all good.” He took out his own pack as if to prove this to you. You flashed him your best man eating grin, one that you had been perfecting since your teenage years. “What’s your name, Prospect?” “Half-sack,” He informed you with an embarrassed, lop-sided grin. “That your real name?” “Er, no.” “Do I wanna know why they call you that?” “Probably not.” “Where are the guys?” “I got no idea. You know them?” You smirked. “Guess you could say that. Clay’s my uncle.” “No shit! I didn’t know he had any family besides Gemma.” “Most people don’t. So, is he here?” “He’s probably in the office,” He admired your bike, your pride and joy. “Nice ride.” “Thanks. 883 Superlow. Did all the mods myself.” Half-sack raised a brow. “Clay teach you?” “Jax and Ope, too. And Piney,” You took a long drag of your cigarette. After riding up from Colorado, you were exhausted. It had taken you almost two days and you had only stopped for a short period of time in a dusty old Motel, so it was safe to say that you needed a drink, a few cigarettes and a nap. “As much as I’d love to sit here all day telling you my life story, I should probably let the others know I’m here. It was nice meeting you, Half-sack.” “Yeah, you too…” He trailed off. “I didn’t get your name.” “Y/N Morrow.”
You put out your cigarette with the heel of your boot and headed in the direction of the Clubhouse. It was just as you had remembered it and you couldn’t decide whether this was comforting or not. The smell of smoke and whiskey hit you the minute you walked through the doors, and the chapel doors were closed and it seemed that all the guys were in there, so you took it upon yourself to fix yourself a drink or three while you waited. They were in there a while, and Gemma ended up being the first person other than Half-Sack to greet you.
“Y/N!” She yelled, almost pulling you off the barstool you were perched on in an attempt to hug you. “What are you doing here?! Why didn’t you call?!” You wrapped your arms around her, relaxing instantly. Words couldn’t express how good it felt to be home. “Wanted to surprise you.” “Well, that’s one word for it darlin’,” She held your shoulders, taking in your appearance. “You ride all the way here from Denver?” “Yeah, I thought it’d be hell, but the ride did me good.” “Have you seen Clay yet? He’s gonna lose his shit. What’s it been, five years?” “About that, yeah.”
You didn’t want to talk about those five years you’d spent in Denver. When you left Charming and your entire family behind, you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you felt like you’d never leave home if you didn’t bite the bullet and take a job opportunity that had fallen in your lap. Clay and Gemma had pretty much raised you - your parents were deadbeats, and a sore spot for your uncle - and Jax was pretty much your brother, so leaving had been one of the hardest things for you, but you had spent those five years finding yourself, growing and working on your writing. It had been one long breath of fresh air, a taste of life away from the Sons of Anarchy, but you missed your family and were ready to move back home to be closer to them. And that’s exactly what you told Gemma.
“You got a place to stay, baby?” She asked. “Not yet, but I’m looking at a little house tomorrow afternoon. Buttersweet Rise.” Gemma raised a brow. “That’s a nice neighbourhood. Your books are selling well, I take it?” “Well enough,” You grinned. “I’ll go with you, make sure the landlord doesn’t take any liberties. Stay at our place until you get sorted.” “Thanks, Gem.”
The chapel doors swung open and the guys’ voices spilled out; they were talking and laughing about something, but when they saw you and Gemma sat at the bar, all the voices stopped. Jax was the first one to say anything.
“You gotta be shittin’ me!” He yelled, basically running at you. You met him halfway and let him pick you up and spin you around, sending you into fits of giggles. “Hey, big bro.” He set you down but didn’t let you of you. You looped your arms around his neck. “What are you doing here? Did you ride all the way from Denver?” “Yup. I’m coming home.” “What do you mean? For good?” “If that’s okay with you.” Jax grinned and picked you up again. “Of course it’s okay with me.”
When Jax moved aside, Clay was already waiting with open arms. In a weird way, you felt eleven years old again, tucking yourself into your uncle’s arms and feeling the world and it’s pressures melt away. He held you like that for a long time, and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s good to see you, my love.” “You too, Clay. I missed you.” “I wish you would’ve called. Me and Jax would have ridden halfway and met you.” “It’s okay, the journey did me good.” Piney hugged you and kissed both of your cheeks, clearly over the moon to see you. “Gonna call Ope,” He told you. “He’ll wanna come down here and see you.” You looked to your uncle. “When did he get out the clink?” “Few months ago,” He explained. “Donna wants him earning straight, so he’s not around as much as he used to be.”
Bobby and Tig came and hugged you and introduced you to Juice who hadn’t been there when you’d left. He seemed nice enough, someone you could get along and have a laugh with. Chibs was the last one to greet you. The Scotsman took his time taking in your appearance as though he was making sure you were still whole after all this time. Once he was satisfied, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and held you close for a few moments before letting you go. Overall, it was a fairly weird exchange, but you didn’t have time to unpack that right now.
“Jax,” You said, spinning around. “You gotta come see my bike.” He grinned. “Come on then. We got a lot of catching up to do.”
-
Jax wasn’t kidding when he said that the two of you had a lot of catching up to do. The last time you’d spoken, Wendy had just found out that she was pregnant and Jax was a little messed up about it all. Since then, the crank whore you’d despised from the word ‘go’ had almost killed her baby, had to have a premature c-section and had been shipped off to rehab for what felt like the hundredth time. The baby was due home any day now, and his name was Abel.
“That’s a beautiful name, Jax,” You said. “I can’t wait to meet him.” “I’m going to the hospital later on, you should come with me. I’m sure Tara will be surprised to see you.” “Tara?” “She had the same idea as you, apparently. She’s moved back into her Pa’s old place.” “Shit, I didn’t even know,” You leaned against your bike, which Jax was inspecting while he filled you in on everything you had missed, which was clearly a lot. “Haven’t spoken to her in a couple years.” “Yeah, no shit. You basically fell off the face of the earth.” You folded your arms. “I needed space.” “And now?” “It gets lonely up in the Rockies.” Jax laughed. “So you made your fortune and now you’re back in Charming. What’s next?” You lit a cigarette and offered one to Jax. He took one from the carton and gestured for your lighter. “No idea. Maybe I’ll write a book about Charming.” “The amount of shit that’s been happening, you won’t be short of ideas,” Jax took a drag of his cigarette and crouched down to take a closer look at your bike. “This must have set you back a pretty penny. When you left, you were on a piece of shit Street Rod.” “She wasn’t a piece of shit,” You frowned. “Me and Ope fixed her up, she ran just fine.” “I’m surprised she didn’t give up on you halfway to Denver.” “It’s still in my garage,” You told him defensively. “When the rest of my shit gets shipped down here, she’s coming with.” Jax rolled his eyes and smiled. “Always the sentimental one.”
Opie pulled into the lot in his truck, a black and white bandanna keeping the sweat from dripping down his face. He was dressed casually in jeans and a flannel shirt and he was covered in sawdust, presumably from the job that Jax was telling you about (the job that was making him miserable) but you ran at him anyway, squealing in delight when he picked you up. Jax might have been your brother by family connection, but Opie was your brother too. You and him spent the same amount of time together growing up than you did with Jax, maybe even more, and he had taught you pretty much everything you knew about bikes.
“God, I missed you,” You sighed. “It’s been too long.” “Yeah,” He scoffed, setting you down. “And whose fault is that?” “Mine,” You said sheepishly. “But I’m back now. Back for good.” “Get bored of Colorado?” “Nah, I just missed my brothers.” Opie softened and put an arm around your shoulders. “That yours?” He asked, gesturing to your cherry red bike. “Yup.” “Talk about an upgrade.” Jax smirked. “I was just sayin’ the same thing,” He said.
You spent the next hour talking about bikes and everything else you’d missed with Jax and Opie, blissfully unaware of the passing of time. Opie had to get home to see Donna and the kids, so you and Jax headed to St Thomas’ to see the baby. You also suspected that it was to get you out of the way so Gemma could organise a little homecoming for you at the Clubhouse - true SOA style - but you didn’t want to get your hopes up.
Abel was dozing in his bassinet, and the first thing you noticed when you entered the room was his blue Sons of Anarchy hat. “Start them out young,” You said.
“Exactly.”
Jax picked him up and handed him straight to you. You were taken aback by his tiny, perfect features and they way they resembled Jax’s. You sat down in the rocking chair and adjusted him in your arms so that he was more comfortable, and he stirred slightly, opening his eyes and looking up at you curiously. Your chest ached slightly and you couldn’t explain why since you had never really given kids a second thought before.
“Y/N?” Your head snapped up. Tara Knowles, your best friend throughout high school, was standing in the doorway holding a milk bottle and a clipboard. You had to admit, that uniform looked good on her. “Hey, Tara. Long time no see.” She looked to Jax and then back to you. “What are you doing here?” “Thought it was about time I came home. I could ask you the same question, doll.” She handed you the bottle and you smiled down at Abel who took it willingly. “There’s a good boy.” You didn’t miss the anxious glance she shared with Jax, and you made a mental note to ask him about it later. “I came to sort out my dad’s house, but I think I’ll stay put for a while.” “Me too.” “We should go for drinks.” “I’d like that.” “You should stop by the Clubhouse later,” He told her. “I think there’s gonna be a welcome home party for Y/N.” Tara nodded. “Sure, yeah. I’ll stop by after work.” You flashed her a grin. “I’ll see you then, Doctor.”
She left you and Jax to it, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You hadn’t seen her since she split for Chicago when you were just teenagers, which had been just as hard on you as it had on Jax but for different reasons. Growing up with guys meant that your friendship with Tara was respite, a way to get away from the chaos for a while, and you had felt the sting of her absence every single day up until you split too. You doubted you’d ever forgive her for it, and it was clear that she knew that.
“Go easy on her,” Jax warned. “She’s had a rough few weeks.” “Yeah? I had a few of those myself when she up and left without a warning.” “You can talk, Y/N.” “Hey, that was different.” “Not that different.” “I’m sorry, Jax.” “I know. We don’t need to talk about it, it’s in the past,” He ran his fingers through his hair that was in desperate need of a cut. “There’s somethin’ I wanna ask you.” “Uh-oh.” “It’s not bad, I promise.” “Go on then.” He crouched down next to the chair and let Abel wrap his tiny hand around one of his fingers. “I was wonderin’ if you’d be his godmother.” You froze. You were at a loss for words. “Really?” “There’s nobody else I’d trust to take care of him,” He said. “But you gotta promise that you’re sticking around this time.” You leaned over and kissed Jax’s forehead. “I promise, Jackson. I promise.”
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By the time you got back to the Clubhouse, the party was already in full swing. You could hear the music from outside and it sounded like Gemma had invited every single person that had ever spoken two words to you. When you and Jax stepped in, the whole room erupted into cheers; there was a huge banner strung above the bar that looked like it had been made by Tig which read ‘Welcome Home Y/N’ in big, bold letters and you’d barely taken three steps when Juice pressed a drink into your hand. Clay put an arm around your waist and led you further into the crowd and you consequently spent the next hour and a half catching up with people you hadn’t seen since you left Charming.
Luann had cornered you and was telling you all about her business, trying to tempt you into starring in one of her movies. You couldn’t quite believe that she was trying this with you, but she insisted that you had the perfect body and face for it. When Happy came over and offered to get you another drink, you practically fell into his arms in an attempt to get away from her.
“Thanks for rescuing me, Happ.” “Looked like you needed it.” “You have no idea.” He unscrewed a beer for you and then got one for himself. “Still with Tacoma?” “For now. Thinking of going Nomad.” “No shit?” “Ma’s real sick, I need to be closer to her just in case, you know?” “Sorry, Happ,” You rested your head on his shoulder. You’d always gotten along well with Happy, even though he’d only just patched in when you left. “You know Clay will always have a seat for you at his table.” “Yeah, I know.” “And there’ll always be a seat at mine for you too, if you ever wanna talk.” He smiled. “Thanks, Y/N. It’s good to have you back.”
Happy left you at the bar and you downed your beer; you were in need of some liquid courage tonight. Tara had just walked in and was talking to Jax in the corner, so you didn’t want to bother them. Opie was nowhere to be seen, so you went and sat on one of the leather couches with Bobby, Tig and Chibs.
Tig pulled you into his lap. “Y/N! Where’ve you been, darlin’?” “Got cornered by Luann. She told me I have the perfect face for porn.” Bobby and Tig burst out laughing. “If ye ask me, that’d be a waste,” Chibs said. “Don’t tell Clay she said that,” Bobby chuckled. “He’d have Luann’s head.” “She’s not wrong, though.” You smacked Tig around the back of the head. “Fuck you, Tigger.” Chibs also smacked Tig, but significantly harder. “Yeah, that’s no way to talk to a lady,” He growled. You flushed. “Thanks, Chibsy.”
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Gemma and Clay were sitting at the bar, watching you with Tig, Bobby and Chibs. As happy as she was that you were home, Gemma didn’t believe for a second that you’d come back to Charming because you were homesick. She knew you too well and as soon as she’d seen you sitting at the bar, three whiskeys deep at two in the afternoon, she knew that something wasn’t right. When she’d told Clay, he’d agreed. You’d sounded off on the phone the last few times he’d checked in and he’d known that it would only be a matter of time before you showed up.
“What do you think happened?” Gemma asked. “I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.” “If she’s gonna tell anyone, it’ll be Opie.” Clay narrowed his eyes when Tig pulled you into his lap. “Yeah.” “Whatever it is, I’m glad she’s home.” Clay kissed his wife’s cheek. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
They were right of course, it wasn’t just homesickness that had sent you back to the worn streets of Charming, although that was part of it. Your time in Colorado had, for the most part, been an amazing and transformational experience, but the last couple of years had thrown you some unexpected curveballs which had ultimately sent you packing. In time, you’d come clean about all of this with your family, but tonight you were just more than happy to be home.
